that time of the year again, mothers day.
This Sunday will be the 6th mother's day since my mum pased away, the end of the month marks 7 years since she passed. some times it's a good thing to remember and reflext. some times not.
I don't have any memeories of that last mothers day i spent with my mum. i couldn't even tell you if she was in hospital or not.... i know that my school formal was at the end of April and she went straight from dropping me off to hosipital, so changes are she was.
They say you don't forget people you love but you do. my memories these days are fewer and with have more gaps in them. there are many things i'd like to ask my mum or talk to her about but i never got around to it while she was alive. part of that was because i was sixteen when she passed. I never got to that real adult relationship that you can have with parents, you know when you can be more interested in them then yourself.
I'm greatful that i spent my teenage years getting along with my mother. so many of my friends in high school were constanly at war with theres. time i (more like she) didn't have.
For so long i was angrey about some of the memories i have carred about my mother. but i'm starting to see them as a blessing. i was the last person to see her alive, i pretty much saw her stuggle to take her last breath. i was the last one to talk to her. i was there when she let up her spirit and became noting more then a shell, her body released all its gasses. though at the time i didn't see it that way, but these were all privilages. some people get to be present when you enter the world, but how often do you get to be their when someone you truely love leaves the world. this to is a sacred occation. at the time i didn't think this, i was an angrey teenager that just wanted their mum around, and was desprately trying to hold on to anything of her.
i don't think i really have a point for my rampling... but enjoy the people who are in your life while they are their. Treasure the time you spend with them. Even the not so happy times. I was a complex birth as i know others were, yet i know my parents didn't begrude having a sickly baby in hospital for 6 weeks, and the emotional stress it would of caused, as they focused on the joy of the situation. now if only we can think the same about grife and loss. i now don't begradue the lose or the drama of my mums death, compared to knowing her and having a relatinship with her. someone there telling you you're not stupid or retared when that's all you feel. someone who made you feel safe and loveable. someone fitting on your behalf when you don't really know theirs a battle going on. after almost 7 years i'm learning to trust again and open myself up to the beuty of relionships, even when they hurt and the benefits fare out way the pain.

